That changed for us one evening when Yuki and I, with some friends from Canada, were dining at Picante.

After taking a sip from my margarita and setting it back on the table, I looked up. My eyes naturally became fixated on a man walking through the door.

Now, I don't follow many sports. I don't watch baseball, football or soccer.
It's a rare occasion when I catch a few minutes of a basketball game, or The Masters.
And I certainly have never seen a Yankees game (the tell that I am not a real "New Yorker!")

Yet, somehow, I found myself saying, "That's Derek Jeter!"

Right behind him? The 6'6" legend himself, Michael Jordan.

Anguilla tends to be a low-key island for celebrities. When Liam Neeson or Sandra Bullock walks through a room, a few people look over,
maybe one (at most) approaches them, and even that is rare.

The island's nonchalant celebrity sentiment made a special exception for Michael Jordan!

All eyes were on Jordan. He even had a personal handler in tow, doing "crowd control." And he
needed it. We (me and every 7-10 year old in the restaurant!) were denied pictures and autographs.